Zen Laundry

Yesterday a friend suggested that I "notice the colors"
the next time I did the laundry. It was a mostly white
load, but here is my response...

Folding laundry:
five pillowcases,
two white two yellowed
one old one
embroidered by my elderly
neighbor
when I was a new
bride.
Raising my arms to let
the folded sheet fall
straight, I wonder--will I
be able to do this when
I'm eighty? Three more
items on the pile: two
kitchen washcloths, faded
and worn; one navy and tan
beach towel, used to protect the chair from
Charley's claws.
Charley's gone; the shredded
towel remains.

1/3/09